And so, they shall
All those who live in a poem
Sing together
Their forever alone-
And know what only
They can know
How dark the light
How deep the night-
When words and words alone,
Are one's only reality-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Words are the reality of every human. How else would internal and external talk work? No one can ever be alone with words in poems or elsewhere. We are our own internal and external communicators. The idea was good but you must think through your thoughts. Not a criticism just advice.